Hit the JaG spot!

It wasn't bothering me at all. It's been there for weeks, maybe even longer and I hadn't even noticed. JaB had to go "Hey, what's this?" and even then it didn't scare me. Maybe I was too numb or depressed to care.


But while I'm making pasta salad Bicyclemark-style I think of yesterday and yet another doctor who told me it felt like a pea. I guess he's right. And now I have this white slip, that I'm suppose to take with me to the specialist next week, sitting on the dresser.


I'm tired of doctors. I feel like every time I call mine the assistant recognizes my number on the caller ID and resists the urge to say "Hey! You again!?". I feel like my body has some sort of subscription deal with the hospital and didn't bother to tell me.


I know I shouldn't think too far ahead and this could just be another cyst, another nothing, I've got a talent for producing those. And before this stupid thought I wasn't troubled, wasn't sad. I was just a girl making a vegetarian pasta salad and here is this dumb question in my head and it makes me sob uncontrollably. "Will he still like me when I only have one breast?"


So I found a small lump in my right breast, or rather JaB found it. There'll be more tests at the hospital on Tuesday. I'm hoping it's a nothing.

It's past 4 AM and I should be asleep. Only a few more hours till I have to be up to go to work again.


I haven't been writing at all. Not on the blog, not in my Moleskine, not anywhere. I've written about a dozen posts in my head though, all about four sentences long. Thoughts I repeated to myself a few time and that I've now forgotten and might come back to me later as a deja vu.

New York was fun, unexpected, energy consuming, ass kicking and sweet to me, not necessarily in that order and mostly a combination of a few of those. And now I feel different. Relaxed. I guess Lake Placid does that to you.

I met some really cool people in NYC! Darion even posted a picture of my bro, him and me here, see? Thanks again for taking us out Groove! That last night at Splash was awesome, even though I had one too many cosmos resulting in a big backseat accident the next day. Thinking about that still makes me shrug, eww!


So loads of things happened and I'm not going to blog it all. I think I'm even enjoying leaving heaps unblogged, the way JaB seems to like sex better if I don't blog about it afterwards. I did take a lot of pictures and I'm still not finished uploading them all and probably won't do that either.


But the good news is I'm back. As back as I can probably be at this point. You miss me??

I've packed my suitcase.

I'm getting up at 5 AM tomorrow so I can be at the airport at 6:45.

Because tomorrow we're leaving for New York City!!!!

I'm excited.

I'm very excited.

One week in NYC, one week at Lake Placid.

I think I'll be busy having a good time so don't expect many posts.